Jujutsu Kaisen Oneshots

Inumaki ꩜

a/n: hey doodles!!! long time no post. I hope your holidays were refreshing and let hope that the new year treats us good. this is a short little story just to get back into the swing of things. im excited to be back so feel free to leave requests if any pop in your head. happy reading <3

The moonlight spilled into the room, its soft glow casting shadows along the walls. You and Inumaki sat side by side on the couch, the quiet hum of the city outside creating a serene atmosphere. His violet eyes locked onto yours, filled with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

Your heart raced as the air between you thickened. His fingers lightly brushed against your hand, tracing soft circles along your skin. He leaned in closer, the faint smell of his cologne intoxicating, and your breath hitched.

"Inumaki..." you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He didn't reply with words—he rarely did. Instead, his gaze dropped to your lips, and before you could process what was happening, he closed the distance. His lips captured yours in a heated kiss, soft yet demanding. His hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face to deepen the kiss as his other hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer.

The taste of him was addictive, and you couldn't help but tangle your fingers in his soft, silver hair, tugging lightly. He let out a low hum that sent electricity coursing through your veins. His lips moved against yours with a rhythm that made your head spin, alternating between gentle and urgent.

He paused for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as his thumb brushed against your cheek. His breaths came out in short, ragged bursts, and his eyes glimmered with an emotion you couldn't quite place.

"Takana," he murmured softly, his unique way of communicating more than enough for you to understand his affection.

"I'm not going anywhere," you replied, your voice steady despite the heat coursing through your body.

His lips crashed against yours again, this time with even more fervor. He guided you down onto the couch, his body hovering over yours. His kisses trailed along your jawline and down your neck, his warm breath sending goosebumps over your skin. You gasped as his lips found a sensitive spot, and he smirked against your skin, clearly pleased with your reaction.

Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. His touch was both gentle and possessive as his fingers traced the curve of your waist. Every kiss, every touch, every movement ignited a fire within you that refused to be extinguished.

"Inumaki..." you whispered again, your voice filled with longing.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and adoration. "Okaka," he murmured softly, his way of telling you just how much you meant to him.

Your lips met again, the night stretching on as you lost yourselves in each other, the world outside forgotten.